The stir-fry stove is set up in front of the restaurant, and everyone can see the chef's every move, although the environment is a little worse, but the real taste of the fireworks in the world is here.

Xia He, who was still a little uncomfortable at first, tasted a mouthful of sour and spicy pig's trotters and completely let go of it.

The surroundings are very noisy, there are two large fans outside the store, and the clothes are half wet when the two of them finish eating, but they are very happy, this kind of casualness is different from the restraint in the box or restaurant, which makes people feel encircled in a circle.

After dinner, Xia He spent a few yuan on the side of the road to buy two fans, the fan bones are very thin, Zheng Ran can break them with one hand, but this simple happiness, no project troubles, no contract troubles, makes him feel precious.

Most importantly, the feeling is very similar to when he was in school.

This corner is the least developed corner of Kuncheng, with old shopping malls, dilapidated residential areas, and irritable markets...... But it is the corner that most truly reflects human nature and people's hearts.

Those who blow the air conditioner in the office building and work overtime to change the copy, those who go to the high-end restaurant to eat steak at noon every day, and those who go to afternoon tea with the computer, how much can they look back or reflect on how they got to where they are today?

"Ah...... Comfortable!" Xia He pinched the fabric of her chest with her hand, propped up a space, and then quickly shook the fan with her other hand, letting the cool breeze enter her stomach.

"Beware of catching a cold. Zheng Ran took the fan and gently shook it behind her.

"I'm not that vulnerable. Xia He retorted, but he still obediently slowed down and slowed down the wind speed.

"Why do you suddenly want to come back?" Zheng Ran tugged at her collar, controlling her direction and speed, not letting her run too fast or getting too close to the lane.

"My uncle carved a tiger and I want to come back and get it. Xia He didn't know why, anyway, he blurted out this sentence.

Yes, this incident has been more than a month ago, and at that time, Chang Qiming drove himself back, and he didn't know why, and suddenly felt that he wanted to send a tiger to him.

Obviously, the bond between her and Fang Zeyu is deeper, or it is not clear, but she feels that the relationship between her and Fang Zeyu is not so easy to calculate.

If I could, I would like to do it all over again, in a different way.

It's just that some voices can't be heard.

Xia He squatted on the side of the road, and she suddenly understood what was wrong these days, and why there was a sudden sadness in her heart.

But she didn't want to admit it, she insisted strangely, playing the role of indifference while secretly thinking about how not to let herself get too deep into the play.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Zheng Ran stood behind her, obviously so close, but both of them felt that there was something apart.

Xia He shook his head, then turned his face to look at the person beside him: "It's over." ”

Zheng Ran smiled helplessly, and the person next to him twisted his eyebrows together, which seemed to be quite uncomfortable. She held out her hand, a begging hug.

"Hmm......" Xia He saw that he didn't move, and snorted twice.

Zheng Ran put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at her, Xia He pouted, his eyebrows frowned, and he turned into a figure-eight. Xia He waved his hand, unwilling to put it down. The rare coquettishness made Zheng Ran feel a little funny, he calculated it, and knew that her hands should also be tired, so he bent down slightly and grabbed her collar with one hand.

Natsuwa succeeded, cheering and putting his hands on his shoulders, and then putting all his body weight on him.

"Are you fat again?" Zheng Ran took advantage of the situation to hold her back.